Raise your voice. Rebel. Make a change. Love. Have lots of good sex.

I slowly walk up to him. “I want you to man up. Grow some balls. You wanna be a lady? That’s fine. Be one in your own house. Not here”.

“How am I bothering you?”

“By being you. You bother me. The way you walk. The way you talk. Your kind is disgusting”.

I sound so cold sometimes I even scare myself. Can’t imagine what goin on in that poor faggot’s head.

“You call yourself a man fruity?”

“Yeah, because you are such a man, Jad”, he smirks at me.

Great. Insulted by a fag is all I need. I punch him in the face and he falls right down to the ground. I’m not gonna get insulted by a girl.

I bend over to him and whisper in his ear: “Don’t you ever say that to me”. I spit on his face.

He starts crying on the floor.

I take a few steps back as he starts muttering. With all the sweat, tears, and drool dribbling down his sorry mouth, I couldn’t understand a word!

“I thought…”. He wipes the shit coming out of his nose. “I thought you were coming here to…”

“To what?!”, I snap.

“To get back to the way we were”, he says. His voice is now girlier than ever.

The school bell suddenly rings and I turn around to look at the bathroom entrance. Thankfully, no one is watching me do this.

I walk back towards him and kneel right next to him. He’s scared shitless. His whole body trembling. It’s good. Maybe he’ll finally understand. “We were nothing. You are a fag. I am normal. Enta louteh. Ana tabi3e. Enta mara btentek. Ana rejjel ma bentek. You disgust me. I can’t wait to get the hell out of this school so I don’t have to run into freaks like you every single day. Do you understand?”